Although Hengshan Shu Ruan is an alternative, it cannot be completely out of the world. There is also a courtyard in the courtyard, which is a branch. The branch is full of noble children and is hereditary noble children who are unwilling to interact with civilians. Naturally, their teachers also come from this type of nobles.

Liu Chengyin was muttering the words of the old dean and walked down with his head down. At this time, two people walked across from him, with brand new and straight school uniforms and straight waists, which were the two teachers from the noble branch. When they saw Liu Chengyin buried their heads, they couldn't help but joke.

"What? Lao Wang, your students have all escaped."

"Haha!! I said earlier that bloodline determines vision! Elites and pillars still need to be cultivated."

The person who spoke was a man with a beard with a horoscope, with spotless clothes and polite behavior but could not hide the contempt in his eyes. The teachers and students of the noble branch never looked down on the teachers and students of the civilian department of the academy.

Liu Chengyin was frustrated when she heard this and couldn't say anything for a moment. It was always true that the student escaped. He could only snort coldly and leave. His students knew best. Liu Chengyin couldn't understand either. These students usually performed well, so why were they suddenly fascinated?

Liu Chengyin walked back depressedly, thinking, but saw a few students walking in front of her. Among them was a woman with delicate facial features, jade-like skin, black hair and beautiful appearance. She was wearing a white embroidered white robe with her waist, which further highlighted her wonderful and graceful figure. Her pair of water-cut autumn eyes, with thin mist, felt pity no matter how she looked. On her left was a strong man, with a black and red face, wide shoulders and thick waists. She was extremely strong. When she stood there, she was as steady as a lunar month and was very grand. On the right was a person who looked extremely ordinary, but his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

These are the three famous musketeers of the Academy's Martial Arts Academy - Ke Lian'er, Hong Fei and Wu Ming. They are also from the civilian system, and the three of them are about to travel.

The Martial Arts College went out to travel a few months later than the School of Literature. When he saw them, Liu Chengyin's eyes lit up. He hurriedly called out the three of them, talked aside about his students' shift classes, and entrusted them to pay attention when they were out to travel. It would be better if they could find them to ask about the principles of shift classes.

When the Three Musketeers of the School of Martial Arts heard that the classmates from the School of Arts actually started to learn martial arts, they immediately looked strange. But they still agreed to the teacher's entrustment.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there were still classmates who joined the army. When they met, they wanted to compete with him!" Hong Fei rubbed his hands excitedly.

Lian'er's pair of Jian Shui Qiu's eyes became even brighter, and the corners of her handsome mouth slowly curled up.

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Let’s talk about He Qihuan in the City of Physical Education. After the two old men left, he lay on the bed and took good care of his heart, while thinking about his thoughts: Does it really take a hundred years to be alive? No! I must think of a way. Just like a child got a novel toy and was suddenly put away before he had sex, he was very unwilling to accept it. He Qihuan was the same. Before practicing martial arts, it doesn’t matter whether he has martial arts or not, but he already has martial arts and has practiced well. He is all at the level of a general, but he suddenly fell into an ordinary person. How could he be willing?

He Qihuan turned over and sat cross-legged on the bed, pinched his hands, pressed his tongue against the palate, and half-closed his eyes. He slowly used the true qi to follow the method of practicing Qi. He kept in mind the instructions of the two old men and used the ray of yang energy between his eyebrows to slowly turn into his body, and at the same time, he slowly absorbed the true qi input into his body that had entered a sleepy state.

As He Qihuan gradually calmed down, he seemed to see the golden ray of first yang in his body, as if he was trekking in the muddy swamp, sometimes walking through the viscous red firm true energy, the true energy was vast and boundless; sometimes it was bumpy in the thick green yin evil true energy, the true energy was overwhelming and fierce. Fortunately, these two true energy were like a talisman, like a evil beast sleeping. Only then could the thin ray of first yang energy pass through the two thick qi, constantly absorbing the two colors of true energy around it. Slowly, the ray of first yang energy gradually became thicker and brighter.

After an hour, He Qihuan slowly circulated his true energy. Sweat was already seen on his forehead, but his face improved and had a little crystal luster. He Qihuan opened his eyes and breathed a long tone.

At this moment, a soft knock sounded outside the door, and a soft voice said, "Young Master, Young Master, can I come in?"

"Please come in." He Qihuan said as he stood up at the same time.

The door was gently pushed open, and the seventeen-year-old maid who came in yesterday was wearing a pink long skirt. She lowered her head and walked to the table with a basin of fruit in her hand. She put the fruit lightly on the Eight Immortals table and whispered: "Young Master, please use fruit."

He Qihuan had sharp eyes. When the maid put down the fruit, she saw a few blue scars on the girl's snow-white jade arms, as if they were marks of a whip whip.

The girl put down the fruit and was about to leave. He Qihuan said, "Miss, please wait a moment, please ask for your surname."

The girl's body trembled, she turned around and said respectfully: "My servant is Xiaohong."

He Qihuan tried hard to pretend to be a kind smile like Shangguan Ren, and chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm a good person. The girl is from Yilu Town. I have been living there a while ago and I know your grandfather."

Xiaohong looked at He Qihuan in confusion and lowered her head.

Seeing that the girl didn't believe it, He Qihuan took out the Chenwu crystal ball and set up the audio and video inside.

Especially when we saw scene 4: When Wuchen took He Qihuan to leave, everyone nearby came to see him off. An old man with a vicissitudes of face but now smiling appeared in the camera.

The girl chuckled slightly when she saw it. The timid expression on her face disappeared, and the intimacy and warmth of seeing her relatives appeared: "Hehe, it turns out that the young master is the grandson of Grandpa Wu, the great man my grandfather told me a letter a while ago..."

He Qihuan suddenly fainted - Grandpa Wu's grandson? Grandpa Wu? Oh, Wu Chen calls himself Old Wu, and the common people also call him Old Wu. Grandpa Wu must refer to Senior Wu Chen, but Grandpa Wu's grandson is me? When did I become the grandson of the old monk? Monks not only have illegitimate children but also illegitimate grandsons? This is no longer a mess.

He Qihuan quickly touched his nose.

Seeing Xiaohong relaxing, He Qihuan asked, "Miss Xiaohong, the wound on your arm..."

Xiaohong's face turned pale and she looked around nervously, afraid that someone would see it. She looked at He Qihuan and seemed to remember the current gap between the two: "No... no. Master... You have nothing to do, I will go down." After that, she said, "I'll escape."

He Qihuan sighed softly at Xiaohong's thin back as he was gone. Since Grandpa Wu Chen is a great person in their eyes, although he is not Wu Chen's grandson, a good person always needs to do it. He always has to help Xiaohong and not let others bully her.

He Qihuan stood up, opened the door and walked out of the room. The bluestone slabs in the yard were as clean as water. There was a lot of gray sand in the north, but it was clean, which showed the hard work of the servants here to clean. He Qihuan looked at the sky. The sky was blue, but all the leaves of the high branches had withered, and it was already late autumn before he knew it.

He walked forward and He Qihuan walked towards the gate. When he entered the yard the second time, he met a young man with a black silk and embroidered golden patterns. Although he could be said to have a clear face, his face was pale and he could tell at a glance that he had excessive wine.

He was stunned when he saw He Qihuan, and then quickly saluted respectfully and said, "Young Master, you...you go out."

"Young Master?" He Qihuan couldn't help but touch his nose again. He immediately thought of Shangguan Ren, which must have been Shangguan Ren's trap for him. This time He Qihuan was not wrong. When the Demon Lord Shangguan Ren was rampant, there were always a few younger brothers who were still obsessed with him, so he naturally accepted them as his subordinates. The owner of this family, Du Xiong, was one of Shangguan Ren's loyal subordinates in the past. The ends of the ** people generally had two consequences - one was to continue to be black all the way and ended up being suppressed by the government; the other was to be blackened to a certain extent, and quickly whitewashed and become a member of the government. Du Xiong was scheming, so naturally belonged to the latter.

He Qihuan looked at the seemingly respectful young man in front of him, and suddenly recognized him as the young master who bullied the maid Xiaohong in the crystal ball that Shangguan Ren showed him, so he said lightly: "Is there a girl named Xiaohong here? Please - don't hit her again."

"Xiaohong? Ah... OK, sure. It must."

He Qihuan looked at the young master again and continued to walk out. The young master was still standing respectfully beside him, but after He Qihuan walked by, his eyes suddenly became cold when he looked at He Qihuan.

He Qihuan came to the first courtyard and saw a few people sitting in the hall discussing something. In the middle was the owner of the house - the white-haired retired official, next to it were two or three middle-aged and elderly people, and at the bottom was a young man with a face similar to the young master he met just now, but it was not as pale as the man was too pale, but a kind of rosy and faintly shrewd.

Should I go up to see the master? He Qihuan is a little hesitant. After all, he eats other people’s drinks others’ things at other people’s houses.

At this time, the old man in the room also saw He Qihuan, his eyes flashed with a flash of light, and then he returned to his old look. He stood up respectfully and bowed quickly, "Young Master, is there anything wrong?"

"Young Master?" If the young master who was uncomfortable when He Qihuan called him like this just now, he could ignore it. Now the old uncle who is a big old man calls him politely, He Qihuan felt a little embarrassed. He quickly bowed: "I dare not, don't call me like this. I dare to ask the old man is..."

Seeing He Qihuan ask, the old man quickly said respectfully: "Old man's surname is Du and his name is Xiong. The young master just call me Lao Du."

The people next to him also stood up and introduced themselves cordially and respectfully:

"Old slave Du Tianding, there was a gust of wind in the past." An old white-bearded man trembled.

"Brother Li Yi, the young master, please call me Little Li Zi." A bearded man in his forties looked at He Qihuan with a smile.
Chapter completed!